"Ms. Nightingale, do you realize the responsibility that you will be taking on here at Hogwarts if I hire you.?"
Lilly kept her eyes on the long bearded old man that sat behind the desk. Albus Dumbledore was a queer man with his twinkling eyes behind half moon glasses and offering of a lemon drop to whoever sat in front of his desk. He had come highly recommended to her from a old friend who had gotten word she had finished a teaching degree. Obliviously, Dumbledore was known to hire anyone from off the street. She needed a job. A witch still had to have things magic couldn't give her. Hogwarts would give her that. "I think you will find that my marks adequately qualify me as a teacher," she replied.
Albus laughed. The laughter seemed to make his eyes twinkle even more. "I do not question your ability Ms. Nightingale."
Green flames suddenly appeared in the fireplace. A black cloaked figure stopped out. "I wish these thunderheads you call children could be drowned in their own cauldron of idiocy," a voice snarled.
"Hello, Severus," Dumbledore greeted. "Have you met Ms. Nightingale?"
Eyes so dark their depths were almost black found Lilly. She could feel them criticize her. "No, I don't believe that I have had the pleasure, " a silken voice purred. Nice eyes, good hair and fair breasts Severus thought.
"I am considering Ms. Nightingale for a position here at Hogwarts."
